The Bad Boy Stole My Diary

Chapter two: if magic were real I would use it for riches

Cliches run my life, like seriously, nothing original. It is like somebody has put a curse on my life. The farewell ride to happiness.

I never liked how my dreams ended, a moment of faint then I jump finding myself back in bed. They all seem real, like if I reach out to someone, I could feel them right there, before me. It was all Greek to me, anyways. I felt like pulling back the covers and pretending the whole world disappeared. My school routine causally had a strange force that just dragged me out. Fortuitously, today quite didn't insinuate the horrible way I wake up to. It's like a whole new mood enter my life, magically. The smell of pancakes covered in melted chocolate, the variety sounds from birds and definitely no snoring from Amy's room. Man, that girl can do it loud and I always wonder why I'm the single one. I barely knew Candy could cook that well. Or maybe its just trick from my imagination.

Negative. As my feet skim across my bed sheets and slides off onto my carpet, I feel like I keep on forgetting an importance event coming up that will charge my life for eternity. I remind myself today I'm hoping in English Literature, I would be partnered up with Nate for the plays and doing Romeo and Juliet. Imagining it gives me goosebumps already.

Wishful thinking, there would be like a 1% chance for that miracle to uncover. Life this way is horrible, and so is our society we live in. As mostly every single old person would say It wasn't like this back in my time.

I hardly note I might land up ending with some Mercurous nerd or maybe an unnamed stranger. I swing open my cupboard having no clue on what to wear. That's probably the main point to my life. Having the need for new clothes every morning even though I've got a giant bean stock of it.

Innocence fall upon my thoughts, I grab a pair of boyfriend jeans and a Calvin Klein tee with some old school sneakers. I didn't really give in to the whole make up or dress up plan to get attention from the opposite sex. I yawn instantly, seeing the truth behind the nice, sweet smell making my nose tremble.

Another wish for me, to see through corners, that would be the second best Christmas present behind Nate.

"Amy?"

I become astounded, I never knew she cooked or barely even in the kitchen. What's next? Kim Kardashian appearing in the bathroom? Amy tosses around, putting a few onto a plate with Toby having a huge smirk planted across his face. "Oh morning, sis, I made chocolate pancakes for all of us." as she spoke, Toby made a joyful noise. Words burst out my mouth with heisting "Did you use a magic spell or something to make you cook good because that smell is amazing." both of them softly giggle to one another.

I try my best not willing to joke around with them, however I hear I noisy snoring sound from the far end of the couch. It couldn't have been Amy for once but Candy. "No, silly. I tried waking up Candy over there but she sleeps like a log. Plus Harold gave a few, well you could say a few cooking lessons. He such an amazing cook." now cooking? Seriously, is this guy too good? Not being jealous for the thought. Figuring that it isn't going to be bad, Toby ate it so can I.

My stomach begins to desire more of the taste as mouthfuls fill in. She pokes Toby slightly, telling him I told you she'll like it. Okay for the moment, I know now maybe, today would be different, gratefully.

"Oh, look at the time already. I'll take Toby to school, this morning."

I dash off my speech "But- what about Candy? When she sees no one at home?"

Amy runs back and forth like she's stuck at a dead end of a maze, finding his back pack. I try following her around hoping for an answer "Don't worry, she knows. It isn't my fault, she cannot find the perfect time to get up. I wouldn't be out long so I'll come back as soon as I can." Toby stands, unwilled with terrified expression lighting up on his face and all over. This usually is the case. Both me and Amy get quite conscious on his future. On eye level, I wrap my arms with extreme caution around his little selfless figure.